Best Fatherhood Poems

Fatherhood is a serious job,
There is no time to slack off or to be a slob,
It requires tenacity and due diligence,
Indifference could cause children to be
plagued with all sorts of pestilence,
Fathers have to be stalworth and strong
in order to keep their children
from doing wrong....

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no emotionally ecstatic experience compares 
   to the seminal instance 
   whence spermatozoa 
   (from profuse ejaculation) beget

the miraculous propensity 
   to procreate despite the steep odds 
   female fertility fosters potential impregnation 
 ...

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There aren’t enough ways,
To emphasize your impact each day.
Such an influence in every way,
No matter the time of the day.

Thank you for everything you do,
No idea where I’d be if not for you.
Bouncing in life around and through,
Loose and unstable as a wild kangaroo.

You brought...

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Fatherhood is a joy brought by the marvel of new things
It comes in a child's gaze that seems to sing
Of the joy within his father's heart
Felt by the pride as he makes a part
For a son in his life--
A love upon which he would be...

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Father is not just one 
who gives birth to children

I have seen friends 
who lost their father 
when they were in teens
and had to play role of father

They curbed childish instincts
to be carefree, play, eat and sleep
They calmed fear of family 
stating in childish tone...

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The “S” upon my chest
Started fading as they grew older
The infallibility of their Dad
Became a myth as they got bolder

Suddenly I was out of touch
And couldn’t comprehend the simplest things
Thinking they knew so much more than me
Is what their pubescent stages brings 

I was a...

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As a dad, who am I kidding?
I never expected that I would 
Ever be a dad. As in I did not
Think I would ever experience
Another human being calling
Me, their dad.

I mean it’s not like I do not like 
Being a dad it is just me...

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Mothers of the world, I plead with you,
For each child you nurture, a life anew.
Be they good or bad, in your arms they grew,
Amidst a harsh world, let anger subdue.

Fathers standing tall, can you comprehend?
The struggles they face, the wounds they must mend.
Frowns breed chaos,...

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So my son is knocking up
The alphabet at the worktable

He's onto the letter 'j'
(Should it have a hat or not?)

"Downward stroke, with a curl,
Then stab his face."

He's onto the letter 't'
(The Romans pronounced it 'tay')

"Downward stroke, then slap
Him across the mug."

The ancients kept reversing and
Rotating...

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Dear Single Mother,

Who Works two jobs of 12 - 14 hour days to keep the lights on, & to feed little Johnny.

I See you!



Single Father Who Works stocking shelves and driving Uber at nights to feed little Sally, who has been fighting diabetes for the...

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Two taps in an oval, ceramic mold
(time pause of my playful, jittery tot)
were set to dry and decorated bold,
placed with care in a rustling garden plot.

Fresh blooms surround, abounding with vigor
like children's laughter, sunshine's pulse and rain.
His feet fast extend, toes growing bigger,
yet small remain...

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Grown from a wellspring sanctuary, drinking from the Tree of Nutrition,
A child is born, a small hand clings to my finger, tears fall and the offering has been given.

Your brown eyes, your curly hair, is a place between past and present.
When I'm holding you, I'm...

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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers IV



Neglect
by Michael R. Burch

What good are your tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is your concern
to a child sick of living, waiting to perish?

What good, the warm benevolence of tears
without action?
What help, the eloquence of prayers,
or a...

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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers II



All Things Galore
by Michael R. Burch

for my grandfathers George Edwin Hurt Sr. and Paul Ray Burch, Sr.

Grandfather,
now in your gray presence
you are

somehow more near

and remind me that,
once, upon a star,
you taught me

wish

that ululate soft phrase,
that hopeful phrase!

and everywhere above, each...

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Our First Baby

I look in the mirror, who have I become?
The woman I was, shall soon be a Mum.
My figure so round, so awkward, deprived,
But the little one inside keeps my confidence alive.

I worry so much about the mother I will be,
Would I be perfect...

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